(Source: occasionally-conscious, via ccreepp)


faypants:

Three photos taken in the same place, different times of the year.

(via odins-one-eyed-fuck)


You do not need pasta.
- Me laying in bed talking to myself at 1:30 in the morning (via marquessofpembroke)

(Source: seabelle, via disorder)


I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
- THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via theflowershop)

Woah

(via foreverrwanderlust)

(Source: blythebrooklyn, via showusyatits)


infected:

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ex0rdiium:

fosteringmeyer:

Taken with my iPhone.


holy shit that’s insane
timid:

'Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.'- City of Fallen Angels